MarMan - Tearz

Slick with the tongue
Wouldn’t wanna waste another trip round the sun
Till my shit’s number one
Ain’t talking bout hits unless I’m dishing out some
I’ll sleep through the morning but tonight we get it on
Intentionally dope
Tryna keep adventures afloat
So I’m stretching the note
Sometimes we end up left in the cold
Accept it and roll
Cos we’re gonna hit the belly on the next episode
That’s the life of a fool like me
Way you chatting all them lies you need false ID
Ain’t tryna be likе you
You was always a leech
Now you fucked up seen you face down on the bеach
See me right here, bare face, clearly
These actors wearing a mask like Jim Carey
On bastard I’m petty but witty as necessary
Never got the job done yet you’re swimming in confetti

So what the fuck man?!
Back then they used to write me off and cuss man
So when I counter back yeah it must land
Show ‘em I can clean up without a dustpan
Stupid little stunt man
Fuck a late bus, late nights in a rush fam
Nose like bloodhound
Digging for that pure dope sound
Flipping old records from the lost and found
Till they sue my arse and throw me out my house
So what’s the value?
Tryna find my own way in
See what’s the angle?
Stuck up in this maze with a carrot on a dangle
Step into some fire that you really couldn’t handle
I really got lost out here, I didn’t plan to
All I see is closed doors, guess I gotta ram through
Me I like a sure thing, wouldn’t wanna gamble
The winner sit back, straight sipping on a bramble
For now I’m in the field still tripping on my ankles
You better find yourself a good girls, sings like Wendy
Dingy white rapper type sipping on Henny
Sometimes you gotta figure who’s George, who’s Lenny
Used to get the cheaper pack it cost three twenny
But these days I’m cleaner if the system gonna let me
Blast a little harder out the microphone you get me?
My skills got sharper slinging words like machetes
Never got the job done yet you celebrate already

So what the fuck man?!
Back then they used to write me off and cuss man
So when I counter back yeah it must land
Show ‘em I can clean up without a dustpan
Stupid little stunt man
Fuck a late bus, late nights in a rush fam
Nose like bloodhound
Digging for that pure dope sound
Flipping old records from the lost and found
Till they sue my arse and throw me out my house